armwriostle | peacockstop Overflow

Well, you don't have to have a problem sharing information to not feel like it. After all, I think the particulars of our worlds isn't probably on the top of anyone's minds now that we're all here.

[Not that Wriothesley would be opposed to talk about Teyvat. He just also doesn't think people care as much about these things like he does. He finds himself endlessly curious. Knowing the particulars about what is part of Nimah's world also helps him understand the person he's seated upon after all.]

Which role do you want to play? [Wriothesley does not comment on the latter. He knows that they're correct. Wriothesley is a man who loves to omit information and keep things to himself. He would reveal things when he wanted to.

The boxer busies himself with scratching at Nimah's scalp with his nails. He seemed more than happy to give the other as much attention as they wanted. He was the type to make sure the other person was enjoying themselves as much as possible.] Hmm, well I'm content with what my partner enjoys.

[A huff of a laugh.] Does that mean you're satisfied with what you accessed? Is this becoming something more personal now? [Like a careful game of cat and mouse.]

I am of the opinion that camaraderie grows with learning. Being from different worlds, and understanding those differences besides, can be the difference between stumbling in the dark and linking together a plan... or in understanding how to avoid missteps and culture clashes.

[among other things. it's safe to say, at least, that Wriothesley isn't alone in those thoughts and curiosities. granted, it was probably pretty clear before then too.]

Which role... hmm. Well, if I am honest, I'm less apt to lean into that aggression... but I'm not sure if I'm much good at pretending to fluster, either.

[they exhale a little laugh there, fingers reaching up to gently cup Wriothesley's chin.]

I feel like you're holding back, and my preference is to see that control unravel. [an irony, what with their own significant concentration.] If you think it personal, I have no complaints with calling it so.

[just not too personal, thanks.]

What a thoughtful reply. [He means that honestly.] Though, I will say that no amount of differences is enough of a wall to rally people together depending the situation.

[He knows that acutely well. Prisoners of varying sentences were all willing to come together. It didn't matter how serious or how petty the crime. When thrust into such an unforgiving world and the threat that a corrupt man can take away what they earned with pure hard work was more than enough to have people band together. Differences aside.] Comradery of sorts.

[He laughs as he leans into Nimah's hand.] I don't think the use of aggression is right here. I can be plenty aggressive in whatever I want. In the end, isn't this a mutual give and take? [He tilts his head just enough to run his tongue over one of those fingers.]

Mm, you would have to try harder for that though, monsieur. [Wriothesley held onto control with an iron grip.] Consider it a challenge.

Not at all. It only makes it a little easier to move forward swiftly, and less exhausting in the long run.

[there's really nothing worse than dealing with a bunch of people who are squabbling, even when they're working together. still, they don't really correct anything; there doesn't seem much point.]

Ah, but I never said you were being aggressive. [a huff of laughter, the shake of their head.] I said that I was less apt to lean into the aggression I myself suggested. [they rather thought they were clear on it, but communication is a difficulty. as to control... well, in the ways that matter, they're not dissimilar to one another.]

A challenge to get you to act how you want... hm. [hm. it's harder to take that challenge right now, sitting under him and with their scalp pleasantly tingling from all the attention to their hair.] Well, I suppose there's no rush either way. May as well just start and see where things go, no?

[they suppose. and, uncomfortable seat be damned, they finally give in to the instinct to lean in, fingers pulled just out of the way to brush his lips, provided he has no other plans.]

Hmm, what if I want you to be aggressive? Would you? Or is it just not possible? [Not that he would make the other. Encourage? Yes. Make? No. The other seems pretty calm and grounded that seeing them push a little more would be exciting for him to see.]

Going with the flow hmm? [Wriothesley would probably give in before the other did. He could be patient, but there also didn’t feel like they needed to be.

Nimah was so pliant in his hands though that he can’t help but spoil the man a bit longer. Even if he catches those fingers in his mouth to suck on them. Maybe a little teasing while he continues to drag blunt nails against Nimah’s scalp.]

Oh, it's possible. [there's a soft laugh there, warmth suffusing through them. he really does smell pleasant, and assuredly, it's becoming far more distracting than it needs to be.]

Mmm. That's the intent. And—for the record, [the words are spoken absently, as fingers shift in his mouth, teasing along his tongue where he sucks, a rumbled purr on their lips at his continued drag of nails against their scalp] if you'd like aggression, then you perhaps shouldn't have started with my hair.

[it's very difficult, as it turns out, for them to go back to being an utter gremlin (not that they're not being one at all now) after they just want to melt against him and behave. oops.]

[He pulls off Nimah’s fingers with a wet pop, a string of saliva still connected between the now wet fingers and his lips. Wriothesley chuckles, seemingly comfortable where he is. Well, almost. He shifts a little and it would seem innocent if he didn’t seem to grind against Nimah’s lap.

He’s acting as though he is merely getting comfortable.] I didn’t realize it would be easy to take you with just some innocent touching of your hair. I’ll keep it in mind.

[It's an alluring little stretch of saliva they can't see, but at least there's some sensation to it, melted sweetly into the shift of hips over their own.

He continues to treat it as idle movement, and at least this time he's rewarded with the throb of their cock, pressed firmly between them both. Their other hand moves to trace over Wriothesley's front, fingers dipping in to memorize its shape and form.]

Haha. It does depend on the circumstance, but in general.. I am too old to be shy and embarrassed. Being a docile kitten is fun too, with the right partner. Or a playful one.

[He arches his back with a breathy groan as Nimah’s hands wander over his body. Wriothesley yanks at their hair a little harder. Not enough to hurt, but it’s firm and a far cry from the gentle petting before.]

Should I start calling you kitten instead? [His tone is teasing as one hand stays tangled in Nimah’s hair and the other one travels down to grind his palm against the man’s crotch.]

[that, at least, earns a sharp groan from them, fingers pressing briefly, but sharply, against Wriothesley's skin. better... much better, really.]

If you'd like. Just don't expect me to respond to it automatically. [they sigh softly as his palm grinds their crotch, hips lifting up in their limited space beneath his thighs. the act pulls at their senses, length twitching against his hand, and he huffs a laugh.] You really have me at your mercy now...

[Wriothesley practically purrs in delight at how the other responds. Really, Nimah needs to make it so he doesn't want to mess with them like this. He shifts so he was straddling the other, strong thighs keeping the other trapped underneath him. Like this, he can press their lengths together.

He leans in to blow air against Nimah's ear.] Does that bother you, kitten?

[maybe this is what they wanted all along, Wriothesley. anything that's fun and not boring, that's really all they're chasing. right now, that happens to be pushing buttons until something happens... which it has. the other leans in closer, straddling their thighs just so, the press of their lengths together pulling a soft shudder out of them.

the brush of air against an ear is almost too much for the sensitivity of them, but they lean forward a little, hips just barely shifting in the motion. hands move to find purchase over bare skin, intending to squeeze comfortably at his thighs.]

Mmm... being at your mercy? No, it makes me a curious kitten. What's next? I can barely breathe for the anticipation.

[that is a complete falsehood, but it sounds good, especially the way they let their breath go and thin the sound out. it's shameless, alongside the way their body reacts so plainly to every touch.]

[He chuckles.]

Do you always play with your food? We both know you're far from being at my mercy. [If Nimah wanted to get him off, it wouldn't be that hard for them to do so. The man is clearly playing along with him. Still, he's more than willing to play this charade.

He yanks at Nimah's hair to force their head back so he can lick and nip at their throat. A chaste little kiss at the man's chin.] How cute of you.

[While he mouths at Nimah's throat, his free hand moves to circle around both their lengths and starts to stroke the both of them.]

Play with my food? [look at that pout. it's very unconvincing, too amused.] I don't always play, just when it seems like it might be—nngh—fun.

[oh that is a full-body shudder he gets out of them when yanking their hair back, the shift of a gasp rising and falling where his tongue and teeth meet their throat. a shuddered breath, alongside a faintly rumbled laugh.] I haven't been called cute in—mmnh—quite a long time.

[warm fingers tangle in his hair then, tugging encouragingly in time with his mouth. hips rise up finally when his hand encircles both of their lengths, a faint show of flexibility pressing their waists closer together. there's only a cursory tug back against the hand in their hair, facilitating the jolt of electricity down their spine.]

I have to say... you smell even better from this distance. [he's still not completely separate from the scent of the shampoo, but all of him is more intoxicating from this close.]

You are not very convincing, monsieur. You don't always play. Does that mean you mostly play?

[He grazes his teeth over Nimah's throat before sucking a few hickeys there. Nimah might not be able to admire them, but others certainly will be able to.] Well, that's a shame. Maybe other people are blind too if they can't see how cute you are.

[A pleased groan as he rocks his hips at the same rhythm as him stroking the both of them. The hand in Nimah's hair moves to grasp the other's shoulder if mostly to steady himself as he jerks both of them off.]

Is that all you're thinking about. How I smell? [A breathless chuckle.] Not literally anything else we're doing? [He doesn't really know what the shampoo actually has done other than apparently make him give off a scent that sounded uniquely very him. He doesn't know how that affects the other.]

I believe they call that question a "trap," and so I should refrain from answering. [and then, barely a beat later:] I play whenever it feels fun.

[and it's true, Nimah might not be able to admire the hickeys, but they sure will feel them for a while to come. among the fact that others will definitely see it. still, the words earn an undignified snort from Nimah, despite the faint breathiness in the aftermath. help.] Maybe they have different preferred terms... mm. Cute, pretty, beautiful... I'm sure there are plenty of others I've forgotten. Mostly insults.

[insults they are plainly pleased to have earned. Wriothesley's hand moves and they tilt their head a little to give him more space, still keeping pace with his other on their dicks.]

Nnh... are you saying I shouldn't? It's intoxicating and—haah—new... and my nose is sharp on a normal day. [fingers graze down scarred skin, coming to rest on his chest, tapping lightly. all the same, they manage to nuzzle in with their mouth close to his ear.] I'm a kitten, remember? It ought to be enough to drive me crazy and accept most anything, no?

[it... actually kind of is though. they put a lot of light whimsy on it, but there's an undertone there that suggests just how much it's doing for them to be half-pinned under it. between that and the hair pulling, they are feeling quite docile, just barely there enough to be a brat.]

Oh, you're the kind of guy who does things based on feelings, huh? [He does love hearing the sounds the other makes. It's really quite delectable. He sinks his teeth into the meat of Nimah's shoulder, nails digging into the other. Not enough to break skin, though he has to be careful with his canines, but it'll definitely leave a mark.]

I don't know about that. Cute is a very specific subset of descriptors. I would take adorable too though. You're quite adorable.

[His strokes slowly quicken in speed, breathy little moans escaping his lips as he shamelessly brings both of them pleasure. A slight arch of his back.] I'll be honest. I really don't know what you're smelling and how it affects you. [Wriothesley only used enough shampoo to wash his hair. It wasn't anywhere close for him to get affected by it himself.]

A shame though. Maybe I shouldn't have spoiled you so much. I thought you've be a more active participant with you being so touchy at the beginning.

You could say that— [Their voice hitches with the bite, a shudder running down their spine as nails dig into the other side. Rude, really rude.]

Haaah... haha, adorable is a new one. What descriptors would that imply?

[though, there's a faint pause there, their clever(?) little quip set back behind this words. Ah.] mm, it was partly a joke. A game to play.

[more though, there's a moment of quiet after Wriothesley speaks. in spite of the pleasant haze of it all, of their still wandering hands and entrapped hips still pressed into each thrust (slowing then, nearly to a stop despite the increased pace of his hand), the barest touch of cool slips through their tone when they speak again.]

... if you find it displeasing, then you're welcome to actually tell me what you want from me. I wasn't aware that movement and touch were inactivity.

[outside of his words, they haven't really been able to glean too much for reactions, and they don't recall him saying he'd like any one thing. He'd pressed them down, in fact, continued on the same path of assertion after their admission about their hair—maybe, they suppose, it would be easier if they could see. But to be told they're being less active when they don't think they have been... it does sit unpleasantly in the air. ]

[Wriothesley pauses at that. He can tell that he had upset the other. That maybe he had poked a little too hard.

More so, he realizes that it isn’t probably Nimah’s fault at all. The more gentle and unhurried touches isn’t bad. He was just impatient. He was too used to hurried, rough sex where the two of them would just try to quickly reach their climax as passionately as possible then move on.

It isn’t even like he doesn’t know how to take it slow. He adapts to his partner, but that wasn’t what people had wanted. Not with him.

He smiles apologetically. Nimah might not be able to see it but he can probably hear it.] You didn’t do anything wrong.

[He shifts a little to make himself more comfortable.] Sorry. I’m more used to something more aggressive and hurried. This isn’t bad. [Perhaps someone else would be more embarrassed to be put on the spot like that and potentially ruining the mood, but Wriothesley was a guy who could admit faults or to relent that he might be the problem.

Mostly, he would hate the other think they were bad when it wasn’t the case.]

[Nimah is old enough to speak up when something ruffles them, when it feels like it matters. too old not to, they think... but at least they're still willing to listen.

it's funny, they think. the miscommunication had broken down just so abruptly, and they should probably consider why. the implication of inaction is... well, they don't want to think about it, and it doesn't matter here. quiet heartbeats pass, and they put no expectation out there for what Wriothesley will do.]

... I know I didn't.

[it's not as sharply spoken, a soft exhale of a sigh as eyes close. maybe those are bothering them too, even in the dim light of the communal bathrooms. they can't see shapes, but the light still exists.]

You're forgiven. And— [callused fingers draw up over Wriothesley's skin, resting briefly on his cheek, a laugh on his lips.] now you know there is a reason I ask.

[weight shifting under him, their thumb strokes his cheek briefly. it still isn't a perfect return, as perhaps it couldn't be, but they're quite good at just going back to how they were. discomfort? who's that, fam?]

Anyway... to the value of what's enjoyable, then? You were telling me why I was adorable. And leaving marks. Although...

[they don't think that was unclear either, given how loud they tend to be, but—fair's fair enough, isn't it? and this time, they lead him down a little, enough to press their mouths together.

if slow and indulgent is fine, then of course they're going to lean into it.]

[He immediately leans into Nimah's touch, his shoulders relaxing a little. Well, it's nice that Nimah seems to roll with the punches well.] I don't like answering questions. [This is said mostly in jest, but not completely wrong. It is mostly joking though.

Wriothesley chuckles a little.] What? You don't think a guy your size becoming putty in my hand isn't adorable? Surely you must realize how charming and sweet that is.

[Something something gap moe-

A pleasant sigh is swallowed by Nimah as Wriothesley sighs into the kiss. He digs his nails lightly into the other's shoulders. Slow and indulgent is definitely fine if Nimah was going to kiss him with such a slow and passionate kiss like this. Nimah might be weak to such fond and indulgent touches, but Wriothesley was honestly not much better about it.]

[cheeky. it helps them to settle back in, a little at a time. they can do cheeky. a huff of laughter escapes them, aware of the joking tone at least.] Well, a little communication goes a long way. Now you know.

[that question pulls a crooked smile to their lips, truly amused. as old as they are, they've heard plenty of arguments on the subject of their looks...]

I think it's surprising. I'm not any bigger than you, am I? [they are fully aware that they're not small, but also having no perspective for what is "normal" for sighted people's attractions is... well, it's a thing.] But since you think so... perhaps I'll give you a little more of that. I like it... mm. When someone can tell I'm not so one-note.

["perhaps," they say, like they haven't already fallen into his touches. like it's not easy to drop them right out of aggression.

but his mouth is more important, now. Nimah is slow but fervid, tongue sliding out to lap at his lips, to beg entrance. warm fingers return to their wandering, tracing firmly over scar and muscle alike. one pauses over his chest, rough-skinned thumb flicking against a nipple as their hips rock upward, testing the space between them again.]

I thought people were into the tall and mysterious types. [A little bit of joking. Wriothesley doesn't quite fit that bill. He's pretty friendly enough. He just also keeps a lot of cards close to his chest.]

We are not small people, monsieur. [He laughs a little at that.] As far as average goes, we're on the taller side and all. Our appearance just isn't what most would think cute at first glance. [Wriothesley reaches out and gently presses his finger against Nimah's nose. He actually boops the man on the nose.] I think you're rather cute though.

[He would have willingly parted his lips without any hesitation, but he can't help but moan into Nimah's mouth as he arches his back at the feel of a calloused thumb teasing one of his nipples mixed with the feeling of their cocks slide together. Nails dig lightly into Nimah's shoulders as he tries to keep himself grounded.] Ah, be careful. I'm sensitive there.

Edited (damn, dw really hates my new icon uploads LMAO) 2024-01-17 09:36 (UTC)

It depends on the decade, I find... but you're plenty mysterious even when I can figure out what you like, I think.

[they have zero concept of the idea of gap moe, but they do at least have a concept of their height, living in Japan for as long as they have. but it pleases them to hear him say it, which is really why they persisted. probably.

... they do make a faintly indignant little noise when Wriothesley boops their nose, though. cute.]

I can tell I won't change your mind on the matter... so I can accept being called cute, for now.

[ah, but that's a little surprising. he's more sensitive there than they would have expected, even considering their own circumstance... nails dig into shoulders and they exhale a contented groan of their own.]

You know... that really doesn't make me want to stop... [lips press to his again, abandoning the idea of too deep a kiss for now (truly, they really are too spontaneous sometimes) in favour of testing this newfound little factor. fingers shift to pinch and twist that nipple with slow, deliberate pressure, just the barest graze of nails joining the fun. not enough to get him going too hard (probably), but definitely enough to ramp up the anticipation a little higher.] I may not be aggressive, but if you're going to hand me payback on a silver platter... I'm not a saint.

[Wow, if you make a noise like that, he'll just want to boop you on the nose again. The other really was very cute.]

For now? [He laughs.] And what might make you charge your mind? Will I get in trouble for calling you cute if you decide it's no longer acceptable?

[This time he moans into the kiss, his hips rocking a little as he rubs their lengths together, spurred by the hands on his chest. Nimah can probably feel the way Wriothesley's cock twitches from the stimulation. The needy sounds that spill from the boxer's lips as they're swallowed by the other.] Payback... I've done nothing to warrant payback, monsieur. [Playing innocent.]

peacockstop Overflow

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

Guy who closed tag half written...